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Haibun Monday: From the kitchen of poets

15 May

Lines/excerpts from: “Family Christmas Songs” combined w/ “New Years Eve at Mill Street ” from the Poetry Vol. Night Before Breakfast, to capture and edit for  this weeks Haibun theme..

ZQ

 

 ~ Baked beans in the pot resting with salt pork, hot dogs browning in a small amount of butter on the stove top, brown bread, peeking’ from wrapped aluminum foil nested by the bean pot steaming, drifting, filling the house with a familiar Saturday night smell. Grandma, the matriarch, while straightening and re-arranging Christmas decorations is shuffled off as the children and their families drop in with hugs and greetings. They shed coats for memories of new years past, recognizing the dining room table and the familiar plates, glass salt and pepper shakers, bread and real butter to toast merriment of a seasons’ joy and the ever-present beginning of a new year.~

All proclaiming it

That true nature within us

Is the prophecy.

 

Note: The Long version “New Years Eve at Mill Street ” w/o the Haiku which belongs to :”Family Christmas Songs”.is linked, if interested.

https://rkgaron.wordpress.com/2013/12/29/new-years-eve-at-mill-street

 

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13 responses to “Haibun Monday: From the kitchen of poets

  1. frankhubeny

    May 15, 2017 at 6:22 pm

    Nice description of the Christmas meal and a nice haiku about true nature within us and prophecy.

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  2. Beverly Crawford

    May 15, 2017 at 6:56 pm

    I loved the haiku — but I’m worried about grandma being “shuffled off”! lol Sounds like a typical noisy family happy time!

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  3. Waltermarks

    May 15, 2017 at 8:35 pm

    Sounds like a wonderful gathering. I like the “real butter. We almost never see it here. That would indeed make a special occasion.

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  4. Kathy Reed

    May 16, 2017 at 1:22 am

    Ah, the familiarity of the home, the dinner table, the smells and tastes of a special time of year.
    I can see Grandma shuffling off and the pile of coats on the bed. Brown bread …will have to get some soon! Nice little story.

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  5. sarahsouthwest

    May 16, 2017 at 1:40 am

    Food takes us home. We time travel through our sense of smell.

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  6. whippetwisdom

    May 16, 2017 at 11:18 am

    A wonderful family gathering and I love the prophecy in your closing haiku :o)

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  7. Grace

    May 16, 2017 at 12:37 pm

    Love the smells from the home ZQ ~ Sounds like a good time to cheer on the new year ~

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  8. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    May 16, 2017 at 2:33 pm

    I think there is nothing really that can describe a home better than the scent of a holiday gathering. Great haiku

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  9. Anna :o]

    May 16, 2017 at 3:00 pm

    Lovely – you took me there.
    Anna :o]

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  10. Sabio Lantz

    May 16, 2017 at 8:09 pm

    Excellent Haibun/Haiku/story!

    Like

     
  11. Sascha Darlington

    May 16, 2017 at 9:41 pm

    very nostalgic. can almost smell the aromas.

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  12. colorfulpen

    May 18, 2017 at 12:47 am

    Mouth watering! The first thing that caught my attention was the beans and salt pork. Yum! We do pinto beans with salt pork in our slow cooker quite a bit. Usually with smoked sausage and corn bread.

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  13. gillena

    May 21, 2017 at 12:40 pm

    Just simply saying enjoyed it all

    Happy Sunday ZQ

    MUCH LOVE…

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